Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.